I was
Walking
On the
Median
Of the
Highway
Why was I doing this?
Was it because...
I desired to become closer to nature?
All that's left untouched, so pure
As industry and steel have for so long won the day
Is man more happy? Who am I to say?
Was it because...
Of rather no reason at all?
Progress! Progress! Progress!—has not been my call
Hearing instead the urge to explore sheerly for the sake of exploring
I pace onward thinking of the fundamental mysteries of life
That after so many tireless and "progress" filled years
Man has left unsolved
Thus the median and the beautiful mysteries are all that remains unchanged
As...
On the
Median
Of the
Highway
Walking
I was.
